Before we had an excessive experience
We had no experience.
Like you, I understood
No sound--it was time to hold
our solitude in one hand.
The other free.
I fought for my life until
No life.
Like the vessel of a dream
made empty,
blood and tissue
unresponsive.
Gray, flat, like the wings
of a fallen bird,
I lay broken
developed for you
to claim me dead.


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Rated.
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